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Genderqueer Butch
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Owned by a few cats, Loved by one woman, and Looked up to by one child.
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Written today with someone in mind
The weight of the world
Lays heavy
Upon my weary shoulders
They say,
“Made your bed, now lie in it.”
But
This
Cannot be my bed
For, my bed
Is a place of red hot desires
Yes,
Twisted sheets
The smell of passion
Clinging longingly to the fabric
Yet,
This place
Is devoid
Of any emotion
Any spark
And sadly resembles
A barren landscape
Frigid
Cold
How I long for something else
Something different
A gentle touch upon my taut skin
A melting kiss upon my parched lips
A look of barely restrained hunger
Yet, sadly this IS my bed
And I must lie in it
Alone
As I have for time too long
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Know that The Universe made you in perfection.
And know that there are people out there who recognize this.
-Me
"Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark." ~ Henri Frederic Amiel
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